Having split, with patience, my first pound note I kept the two halves in case of disbelief. They gave me a glow. But I was now wound up tingling for conquest and as I stared at them I seized another note washed my hands examined my nails took chair to table. In best midday light made one note two removed metal strip made two one again. A happy hour! So I kept the strip recirculated the note thought of whoever would hold it to the light. O the consequences! O the delight!
Born Glasgow, Edwin Morgan lived there all his life, except for service with the RAMC, and his poetry is grounded in the city. Yet the title of his 1973 collection, From Glasgow to Saturn, suggests the enormous range of Morgan's subject matter. He was Glasgow's first Poet Laureate 1999-2002, and the first to hold the post of 'Scots Makar', created by the Scottish Executive in 2004 to recognise the achievement of Scottish poets throughout the centuries.Read more about this poet
About this poem
This poem was included in Best Scottish Poems 2010. Best Scottish Poems is an online publication, consisting of 20 poems chosen by a different editor each year, with comments by the editor and poets. It provides a personal overview of a year of Scottish poetry. The editor in 2010 was Jen Hadfield.
In this poem, Morgan's voice – his breathless excitement and Morgan almost making a kitsch of his own breathlessness – persists despite his apparent absence. 'Beyond' is his own preposition, with the implication of frontiers crossed, poems vibrating beyond the frontier of their final, but not closing, line. Maybe the last interface ('A Dream of Living Waters') can be 'bagged'.